Page 48 of Vampire's Breath

He slammed into me again. I bit back a scream, holding my lower lip between my teeth. My body bent over the edge of the bed—exposed and dominated—and my breasts bounced with every thrust at a pace I had never experienced. Each drive pushed my nipples across the material, causing needles of pleasure in them; my cunt yearning for his cock to punish it. I needed it, every hard stroke, every feeling that was rising in my chest and soul. I focused on keeping the material rubbing across my nipples, just as he demanded, knowing Lorcan would stop if I didn’t listen. They grew harder with each delicious push.

“You’re beautiful, wildflower. Panting.” The mattress caught my body as his cock smashed into me. I lifted my chest back to his desired height, the soft material tickling me.

“Gasping.”

Again. My nipples skimmed the silk, causing a shock to go through my chest. My mouth hung open, trying to pull in oxygen. I squeezed my eyes closed, bracing for the next stroke.

“Wanting.”

His hips hit my ass, my nipples grazing the duvet, the motion feeling like tongues of flames. Another whine fell from my lips. I didn’t know how much more I could take, but I wanted it—wanted him.

“Lorcan,” I moaned, barely able to catch my breath. Tears blurred my vision—not from pain, but from the intensity unraveling me. I threw my head back, almost with a sob, and focused on the sensations in my breasts and the mounting pressure between my legs.

“Your cunt… is taking… my… cock… perfectly.” Lorcan’s voice growled in my ear, broken up by his hips slamming into me, driving me on, the pressure in my core building, my body taking the punishing strokes. I pushed into my hands, holding my body where he wanted, where he commanded, because I wanted more. His fingers found my clit and started to circle, and the heat inside me rose, the tension reaching a level I had never approached before. I moaned, no longer focused on anything but his hand between my legs. His fingers slowed, his cock pulling almost all the way out of me.Not again!

I glanced at his hand between my legs and, as I did, saw my nipples resting fully on the bed. I raised my chest, my swollen nubs waiting against the material beneath me. As soon as I positioned my breasts, his huge cock rammed into my wetness, and his fingers circled my most sensitive place, my nipples gliding across the duvet. I no longer fought the moans each stroke coaxed from my chest. Heat rose in every part of my body. Every nerve throbbed with need, screaming for release as he slammed into me—my body aching to obey, poised at the edge of something darker I wasn’t sure I wanted to resist. I whimpered as he rolled my clit between his thumb and forefinger, savoring the edge, a growl deep in his chest.

My legs shook beneath me, barely holding me up as my body collapsed, my muscles tightening around his cock as it poundedinto my core. “Oh God,” I cried out. My fingers twisted into the duvet, my blood rushing in my ears as wave after wave of ecstasy poured through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears streaming from them, focusing on the euphoria consuming my body.

“Let go,” Lorcan breathed. His hands swept up to my breasts, pulling my back to him, lifting me and forcing his cock into my sensitive front wall as I shook.

“That’s it, wildflower. Shatter for me.” His fingers pushed into my breasts, applying constant pressure to my burning nipples as he squeezed them between the fingers of each hand. Fresh waves coursed through my body as I spasmed in his arms, moaning, gasping for air, destroyed.

He groaned in my ear, “Be a good girl and fall to pieces. Soak us both.”

His small thrusts caused my body to explode all over again, sweat pouring down my back. My breaths came in such ragged gasps, I wasn’t sure I was breathing. My body screamed, feeling it was being torn in two from my center. Every muscle shook with delirium, all focused on Lorcan’s cock inside me. I continued to shake and crossed my arms over his, grateful for the support as I caught my breath.

As I started to regain my senses, I felt a warm trickle seeping from my cunt, which I recognized as Lorcan’s cum. His lips sealed to the sensitive spot at the base of my neck, the air flowing fast into his lungs. His tongue licked my neck one last time as my body continued to shake.

He slid back, pulling his cock out of me, standing and turning me toward him. His lips were gentle on mine as he bent his knees and slid an arm behind my legs, cradling me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not able to get enough of his lips, tears continuing to stream from my eyes. When we reached the head of the bed, he twisted so he could pull down the coversusing the hand under my legs. He placed me into the bed and climbed in next to me, pulling my head to his chest.

He ran his hand through my hair as my body stopped trembling and my tears subsided. My heart filled with every tormented feeling I could have for him.

“You deserve that,” he said.

I looked up at his face to see him staring at the ceiling. “What?” I wasn’t sure I heard him right.

“You deserve someone who will fuck you that way every day, wildflower.” He kissed the top of my head as he ran his fingers up and down my spine in a mesmerizing motion. His hand covered mine, resting on his chest.

My heart slowed, and I relished lying in Lorcan’s arms, the glow of my orgasm settling on me. My breathing became steady and focused. “Lorcan…” I breathed, safe and content.

Before I drifted off, I thought I heard him whisper, “You deserve to be worshipped, but for us, this can be the only time.”

Lorcan

Briar’s chest rose and fell rhythmically as she succumbed to sleep. I could feel her soft, steady breath on my skin, the beautiful warmth of it. Underneath that, the muted thud of her heartbeat called to me.

As quietly as possible, I eased myself from under her, placing her head on the pillow. I smoothed back her hair, taking in her serene beauty and kissing her forehead for what I was sure would be the last time. My lips lingered a fraction too long, as if hoping I could hold on to this moment for eternity. I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t believe I had given in to my desires, but thankfully, not all of them.

I gathered my clothes from the floor at the foot of the bed and glanced at Briar one last time. Almost instantly, I wasdownstairs in my room. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, emptying the contents in a single shot. The whiskey burned its way down, and I welcomed the sharp punishment. Running my fingers through my hair, I sighed. How could I have been so stupid?

Even Ashdowne had never fallen this far. Lady Isobel had never let him into her bed, so I had no idea where my descent would end. But I had no intention of falling any farther.

She deserved someone who would worship her daily and allow her to embrace her own pleasures—someone who would shatter her every night.

Love required stability and togetherness, yet my family was built on blood and war. A war I refused to bring Briar into, regardless of what Cormac had told me to do. He didn’t understand how much I longed for her blood—to feel her release around my cock as her life flowed into me.

I didn’t need my family’s money to get away from them. I would watch over her and protect her from Aiden myself if I had to, but she didn’t need to know about it. But who was going to protect her from me?

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